Chapter 1

A New Beginning

Disclaimer: The characters in the story do not belong to me. All of the Bloody Roar characters belong to Konami/or former Hudson Soft now. However, the ones that are not in the video games series itself belong to me. ^^

Dedication: I want to dedicate this story to Tiger5913 for the one that started the Bloody Roar category and stories, and Indigo Siren for posting up the stories that were originally posted some years ago.

Synopsis – Before the events of BR2, what did the ones that took down the Tylon Corporation do? See the untold years of Yugo, Alice, Gado, and some of the others of what they did during those five years set after BR1. Some of the remnants of Tylon have lain low, and have been slowly gathering their forces to make a comeback. Yugo and his friends may have stopped the company that planned to use zoanthropes as weapons on the world, but they never stopped the mastermind who came up with the plan. The man that was in charge of the Tylon Corporation plans to tie up loose ends, and take his revenge upon Gado.

Bloody Roar: The Forgotten

By Demitri-Ivanov-Steelborg

Prologue

It has been three years since the fall of the Tylon Corporation, its operations ceased thanks to a group of zoanthropes rebelling against the evil company's plans. The plan was to use the power of their animal forms, brainwash them into obedient soldiers, and use them for military purposes to sell for the highest bidder. However, there was one thing the group did not count on, which was the mastermind that pulled the strings.

A man sat in a chair, in an undisclosed area from the public. While he was in his lab, he typed away on a computer and looked at the various people that were involved. His eyes stopped at an image of a familiar brunette, the lips turning into a slight scowl. 'Alan Gado, your best friend's son and your comrades may have foiled my plans but rest assured your day will come.' He thought, standing up and going to a wall with newspaper clippings.

Gazing at the various pictures of Yugo's career as a professional boxer, it amused the man. Everyone else laid low from the public eye, yet this twenty-year old zoanthrope stood out like a sore thumb. 'Oh Gado, you really have no idea what's in store for you and your friends.' He thought as he mentally chuckled. 'They were smart to hide from me… Yet your other best friend's son just made it all too easy. Yugo being in the spotlight as a boxer… I intend on finding him and harm him. By doing so I plan on drawing you out as well 'old friend', taking everything you hold dear and valuable.'

Outside of school, a twenty-year old man was waiting outside of an elementary school. He had short brown hair with long fringes on both sides of his head and chestnut colored eyes. What made him stand out was the X scar on his face. He wore a red sleeveless muscle shirt, with a short-sleeved jean vest with a hood over it, dark gray jeans, along with matching orange fingerless gloves and red shoes, and stood about 5'9".

He looked at his watch, seeing there was only a minute left and waited for the signal… Which was now, as the school bell rang. Looking through the crowd of young children, he spotted the young boy he was looking for. "Hey Kenji, I'm over here!" He shouted to get his attention.

The young boy was twelve-years old of age, looking to where the voice came from. He had cobalt blue hair styled with spiked bangs on the right side of his head pointing upwards and stood about 4'11". He mostly wore a white button-up shirt, tan khakis, and white sneakers. Seeing the brunette wave his arms in exaggerated enthusiasm, he let out a small laugh.

As the youth walked over to his enthusiastic 'brother', he looked up at him with his gold eyes. "Yugo, don't tell me you waited outside for me all day." He said, half-joking but half-serious. The last thing he wanted was his teachers questioning his caretaker's mentality.

"Kenji, I'm hurt you would say such a thing." The brunette said in mock hurt, exaggerating with displaying his hand on the left side of his chest, and the other on his forehead.

"He does make a point Yugo." A feminine spoke up, her words mostly aimed at the wolf zoanthrope.

Yugo's eyes comically widened and a large anime sweatdrop appears on the left side of his head. Slowly turning his head, he gave the person a sideways glance and instantly recognized the voice from one of his friends. "A-Ally, h-how long were you standing there?"

The woman was about the same age as Yugo. She had purple hair back length hair in two pigtails, red eyes, and was slender and petite in size about 5'2". She wore a pink sleeveless blouse with red trimming, a purple knee length shirt, with long white socks that stopped to her knees, and soft brown shoes. "Just long enough to see you be funny." She joked but smiled in good nature.

Yugo huffs his cheeks, turning his glance away from Alice. "So, how's college coming along?" He asked, changing the subject so that the attention wasn't on him. Sure, he could act childish and silly, but he could be mature and act his age. It just wasn't all the time was all.

"Oh, it's coming along great! I hope to apply as a nurse at a hospital when I graduate." Alice said, knowing she wanted to help people in general.

When Yugo listened in on Alice's answer, the first thing that came to his mind was Alice in a sexy nurse's outfit. The mental image gave Yugo naughty thoughts, grinning like a silly oaf with a bit of drool coming down the side of his mouth. 'If Ally becomes a nurse…That means she has her legs out on display, that uniform hugging to her every curve, and maybe a nice view of her-' His thoughts were cut off when the sound of a whistle was blown, covering his ears and howled slightly.

The whistle came from a young girl, about Kenji's age and stood about two inches shorter than him. She had long brown hair with the back tied in a single braid and large fringes on both sides of her head that were longer than Yugo's and brown eyes. She wore a blue and white jacket, a light blue blouse buttoned-up to her neck, navy blue shorts, and white sneakers with blue trimming. "Bad doggy, don't you even think about my big sis that way in that canine brain!" She said, the expression on her face serious but her big innocent eyes just added the cuteness to it.

"Oh come on, you're too young to understand that stuff!" Yugo exclaimed in comical anger, removing his hands from his ears. "And I'm not a dog… I'm a wolf."

Alice let out an exaggerated sigh, knowing what Uriko was talking about. It was about three years ago that Yugo was stopping by with Kenji, just so Uriko and Kenji were out on their 'play date'. The young wolf zoanthrope was attempting to flirt with Alice, wanting to see if he could get a date with his childhood friend. Of course, he wasn't aware that Mitsuko, the shopkeeper and Alice's adoptive mother, saw the whole thing. She had chased Yugo all over the house with a broom in both hands, hearing a few good smacks, and could've sworn that Mitsuko pulled on Yugo's ear to give him a lecture of how to treat women.

Yugo shuddered at that memory, knowing full well the boar zoanthrope had a fiery temper. It was that same temper that helped them take down the Tylon Corporation to save Uriko at the time. Yet this side of her temper, the one were the maternal instinct kicked in, gave him nightmares. Well that, and the broom that she used to whack him with. "Just don't mention the broom… please." He muttered in a low voice.

"Okay, okay, that's enough you two." Alice said, breaking up the 'war' so that it wouldn't go on any further. Not that it did, but the last thing she needed was for Yugo to act like a pouting child. Walking over to her childhood friend, she placed a hand on his shoulder. "So, how are things between you and Kenji?"

Yugo looked at Alice, his chestnut eyes on the purple-haired woman and it was his turn to share his own slice of life. "It's been great, Kenji is physically and mentally healthy and he's opening up to me more. He isn't full of energy like the other kids at school, but from what I heard he gets good grades and he behaves very well in class." He explained. He knew the other boy was one of Tylon's experiments in brainwashing or experimenting on anyone with zoanthrope DNA or forced to be one through artificial gene-splicing. "As for monthly incomes, my career as a boxer is a real breakthrough. The more I win, the higher the raise. So there's not much to complain about."

Alice nodded her head, leaning in a bit closer to his ear. What looked like to be something intimate between the two, a sudden air of seriousness came over Alice. "Just be careful… I know we've all laid low after the fall of the Tylon Corporation, but you're putting yourself out there."

Yugo looked at Alice with a calm expression on his face, his lips curving into a slight smirk. "Don't worry Ally, if those bastards come for me, I'll set them straight." He reassured her with a smile.

Elsewhere across the world, an underground entertainment was happening in New York City. It was mostly at an abandoned factory near the pier. While normally it was shady business that went down, but during nights like this only fun was allowed. The only rule was not to tell anyone about what went down.

The crowds were cheering for a daredevil motorcyclist that was doing stunts through flaming hoops and over a tank filled with great white sharks. He wore a black leather jacket with red and yellow markings on it, a red hooded sweatshirt, black jeans, with matching red gloves and boots with black and yellow trimming, and stood about 6'2". Landing on the other side, the motorcyclist put the brakes on, and took off his helmet to reveal a nineteen-year old with white hair with electric blue highlights and blue eyes.

"Thank you folks, you're all too kind!" He shouted to the crowd, pumping his fist into the air. Walking over to the stage that had the microphone, he took it and brought it to his mouth. "Just remember in two weeks time, I will not only be doing more stunts but also participating in a cage match! So get your excitement and remember… It's being held in the basement of this exact location!"

The crowd cheered the young man on, chanting the name 'Jet' as he left the stage. As he became to walk in the hallways, he saw his manager with a suitcase. "So Tony, I take it we brought in the right amount of people for tonight's entertainment?" He asked.

"Right amount is the understatement Jet my boy." The man spoke, having black hair, mustache, and mostly wore a black suit. "You sold out an entire building just to cover the seats! You keep this up, you and I can retire early. Anyway, here's your cut of a solid sixty million!"

"Whoa, sixty million… Since when did we become so red hot?" Jet asked, hearing a clapping from down the hallway. His blue eyes caught the attention of a man with an odd appearance. He was a thirty-three year old Japanese man with a shaved head but had green hair sticking up, along with a green goatee, and stood about 6'3". He wore a neon green t-shirt with the sleeves being light blue and red, red shorts, open sandals, and wrist bands.

"That was a very grand performance, one fitting of a man such as your self." The green haired man grinned, complimenting the motorcyclist. The mere appearance of him screamed off eccentric and loud, but something about the man wasn't right.

"I'm sorry, if you're looking for autographs you're going to have to come back next week Mister…" The manager spoke, his voice trailing off as he didn't know the man's name.

"Where are my manners, my name is Busuzima Hajime." Busuzima introduced himself, bowing out his head and using his custom form of greeting of his culture. While he didn't use it in general, he wanted to keep up appearance to throw them off guard. "My boss would like to meet with you… He's heard of your 'special abilities'."

Jet looked at the man, getting an odd feeling about him. He looked at Tony, motioning for them to split. "That sounds interesting Mr. Busuzima, but we need to get going." He said, turning around and quickened his pace. 'Geez, something about him gives me the shivers…Might need a long shower after that to get the image of him out of my head.' He thought in his mind.

Busuzima watched the two leave, scowling in frustration. Letting out a low growl of annoyance, he slammed his fist against the wall. "You can't deny your 'other side', blending in with these… inferior humans." He muttered in a low voice. Obviously his boss would not care if he didn't get anyone. However, he had his own agenda and wanted to study Jet's DNA… Something that was quite rare about the youth. He pulled his fist back, showing a few cracks and some of the pieces fell to the ground from his immense strength. 'No matter… I've got my other precious projects to keep me occupied.'

Tony shuddered, getting Jet's attention as the older man took a deep breathe. "Man, talk about a freak show there. You ask me, I think I'll take seven years of bad luck than look at that face again." He said in a low voice, hoping that Busuzima was out of ear range.

"Or that a mirror would just crack itself from seeing the sight of him." Jet joked, earning a laugh from his manager. Despite how the nature of the underworld business worked between managers and the people they represented, Jet and Tony always split everything equally. While the earnings were good, Jet enjoyed the challenge and the adrenaline rush that came with it. He felt alive.

"Good one Jet. Anyway, the total was actually one-hundred million, so I figured I'd give you an extra of my cut." Tony said, earning a look of surprise from his partner. "Besides, I figured the extra money would do you good… I know you're bravado is just for show, but you're a good kid and you have a future to look out for."

Jet let a small smile show, shaking his head in amusement. "You plan on leaving this business, aren't you?"

"Hey, my one way dream is to go to retire in Fiji, meet a nice woman, and settle down there." Tony grinned, being a man of simple taste. Despite the growing wealthy status he had, he liked to spend his time being around other people in restaurants and enjoy their company. To him, being around others is what made it worth while.

"You do that, I'm going to blow this popsicle stand." Jet gave Tony the thumbs up, walking to the nearest exit. Opening the door, he saw a young woman waiting outside. "Hey G.I. Jane, are you waiting for someone?" He asked, using his witty-nature to get her attention.

This caused the person to turn around in response, smirking a bit and rolled her eyes in amusement. "You're extremely lucky I don't jab you in the jaw for that." She said, walking up to him and playfully punching his arm.

She was a young woman around seventeen-years old with peach skin, blonde hair, light blue eyes, and stands at 5'6". Her hair was styled somewhat messily and is spiked backwards. In front, she has bangs that part near the center of her hairline. Her body was toned, clad in a dark gray sleeveless shirt that hugged her upper body and showed her naval, baggy brown camouflage pants, brown combat boots, a matching dark green bomber jacket with a cat's eye insignia on the back of it, and tan fingerless gloves.

"Yeah, I'll make sure not to 'stir the wrath' of Shina." Jet said, leaning down and gave her a quick peck on the cheek. He knew she wasn't comfortable with public displays of affection out in the open, but that didn't stop him from teasing her once in awhile.

Shina felt a touch of redness in her cheeks, pulling the collar of her bomber jacket up. Last thing she needed was someone spotting her. She was the daughter of the legendary mercenary. Even though they weren't related by blood, she admired his status as someone who fought to protect people. She took down an entire platoon at the mere age of thirteen. While her father was intent on wanting her to live a normal life, that didn't stop her from becoming a mercenary like him. Just one more day of high school, and she can sign up with the same military that her father was in.

"So, how long do you plan on doing dangerous stunts?" Shina asked, wanting the focus on something else other than her. She wasn't interested in being around other people, but she was sort of a loner by nature. The idea of a young soldier like her, blending in with regular people, it made her feel like an outcast.

"Not for long to be honest. Maybe after a gig or two and I will be calling it quits. I want to finish college in one piece and pay off any student loans in the future." Jet said, his blue eyes moving to Shina. He was curious on what was going through her mind. "What about you? Still intend on graduating high school and becoming a mercenary?"

"Your damn straight I am," Shina answered sharply, seeing the calm expression on Jet's face. "And don't talk me out of it either."

Jet held his hands up in self-defense, knowing Shina could be quite touchy about being talked out of things. Once she had her mind set on something, it was best not to get on her bad side. "Easy, retract those claws… I know you're dead set on becoming like your old man, but I want you to be careful. I support your dream, but you always got to weigh your options as well."

"I know," Shina sighed, leaning close to the taller male. "But I can hold my own… I don't want to be treated like a little kid."

It was one of those rare moments where Shina could open up to him, showing her vulnerable side to those she knew. The closest anyone to seeing her this way was Jet and her father Alan Gado. Although that was toned down as Shina drew older, wanting to be independent at times. But she still showed her soft spot to her father every now and then. Jet pulled her into a tight hug, holding her close to him. He didn't need words to know how Shina felt, but that didn't stop her from wanting to be held. It was hard for them to do a long-distance relationship, but thankfully his father and mother knew Gado as a friend of the family. That, and thankfully it was Spring Break so it wasn't so bad.

In the distance, Busuzima spied on the two with his binoculars. He had a vicious smirk on his lips, knowing that Jet had a weakness after all. And it wasn't his friendship with his manager that he could exploit as well. "Well, looks like the stupid kid has a pretty girlfriend I can use to my advantage-"

As he was cut off in mid-sentence, someone pulled him up from behind by his shirt collar. The figure was a twenty-one year old young man with short blonde hair, silver eyes, sharp features on his face, and stood about 6'0". He wore a dark purple and silver zip-up shirt and periwinkle collar along with matching pants, along with purple gloves and shoes with silver markings on them.

"Put me down, I wasn't going to do anything, not little ol' me!" Busuzima exclaimed, putting on his best innocent face, staring into the eyes of the blonde man that held him at bay.

"Stay away from Jet… I made it very clear I don't want him as apart of my plans." The young man spoke, his tone deathly serious and his glare very dangerous to boot.

Busuzima grinned, seeing where this was going. And he saw right through this young man's act. "I'm guessing you're either being territorial about wanting to kill Jet Raxton, or…"

The blonde man raised an eyebrow, wondering why Busuzima always liked to toy with peoples' minds. "Just spit it out already Busuzima!"

"Or you want to protect your best friend." Busuzima finished his sentence, looking at the young man's eyes that widened briefly. Then he saw that he regained that serious composure, not wanting to expose the vulnerable side of his colleague. Being let go, he was back on the ground. "After all, you and Jet share a history, don't you Slade?"

Slade then narrowed his eyes again Busuzima, his hand aimed at the green-haired man's throat, keeping his eyes focused on the slimy man. "Push it any further, I'll cut out your tongue and use to wrap about your neck and squeeze the life out of you."

Busuzima grinned, transforming into a chameleon zoanthrope. Jumping backwards, he moved quick and turned invisible. Using the darkness to his advantage, he could easily dominate Slade and make him show who was the strongest. After all, he was the one that gave Slade and several others the artificial gene-splicing.

Slade knew he was at a disadvantage, knowing the green-haired man was not as dumb as he looked. No, Busuzima was not stupid. Underneath the eccentricity, arrogance, and bravado was a scientist with an incredible intelligence. Yet at the same time, that scientist was a sadist who took great joy in seeing others suffered in pain, and a dangerous curiosity of how the zoanthrope gene could be activated.

Busuzima came out of hiding, appearing right before Slade. Using his tongue to grab him, it was caught by the silver-eyed man. 'Shit! This is not good!' He thought in his head. It looked like he was about to live up through his threat.

Slade could've easily slain Busuzima, thinking the scientist deserved it. As he transformed into a humanoid falcon, he flew up higher into the sky and looked at the chameleon before him whaling for his life in comical fashion. Not having it in him, he flapped his wings and tossed the reptilian scientist to the ground. Landing on the ground, he reverted to his human form and sighed. "You're not worth it." He said, his eyes narrowing dangerously at the scientist. "If you ever approach Jet again, I will end you."

Busuzima returned to his human form, watching Slade walk away into the night. Gingerly rubbing his tongue, he narrowed his eyes at the young bird that. He just merely showed a sadistic grin. 'Slade may play favorites for the people he chooses in the Night Brigade…But what if I set something up for the boss was to meet an unfortunate death.' Taking out his cell phone, he played the sound of Slade's voice and cackled with amusement as his evil plan was going smoothly.

Go easy on me folks, this is my very first Bloody Roar story. Well, I did work on at least three in the past, but this is my first ongoing one with multi-chapters. This is set in the five year stretch, basically after BR1 but before BR2. So you will all see BR2 characters that might make cameos or play a role in the story such as Busuzima. I can reassure that you'll also see the BR1 characters, but only ones that will play a role in the story.